the girl checking me out at petco today noticed my hrms shirt. ‘holly ridge middle?’ she questioned. i was blown away because nobody has ever recognized the acronym on this shirt when i’ve worn it before. we have a short convo that ends in her saying she’s a navy baby and that she can’t wait to get out of north carolina.
to me, that’s wild. there’s nothing better than the triangle in my humble opinion.
-ratha, 7:36pm, 7.28.18